"You—why didn't you say something before?"
"There was nothing to say. I expected death when I fell in the street—"
"I suppose that was my business."
"I do not understand—"
Romney was charged with queer elation. He would have known the spy was Japanese by his English—probably a University of Tokyo training. He was familiar with Japanese students. Always they bent forward with the effort of thinking in a foreign language. The Chinese were inclined to sit back and let the other do the heavy work of listening.
"You mean you don't understand why I didn't kill you?"
"Yes, that is what I mean."
"I'm not a murderer. I haven't got anything against you."
"Then you are not with them?"
"Yes—"